2. Affection

Han Moyu looked at the puppeteer, and suddenly remembered the scene when he was a child. And at that time, Han Moyu, who had left his father, was like a child that no one wanted, mingling with his subordinates and stumbling in the mud with the children of the servants. She seems to have been born precociously than other children, and even at the age of drooling, she often only looks at her proud mother from afar, and the brother who is loved by everyone, and stops moving.

At that time, at a young age, she began to understand what is called loneliness and what is called loneliness, but she has not yet learned these words, so there is no way to describe them. At that time, she would often speak to this puppet at night. Whether it's joy or sorrow, she shares it all. It was her secret, and it was her desperate loneliness. She struggled in agony inside.

Now, she has forgotten this puppeteer, the thing she once placed on her soul, and she has forgotten those lonely days. When she was a child, she used to be so desperate for love, desperate for communication and understanding, desperate for being one with them, and even, in order to get their attention, she often deliberately did some bad things. However, to no avail, in the eyes of everyone, she is still a dispensable and insignificant child.

After countless efforts, she gradually became discouraged and discouraged, she knew that she would never become a treasure in her mother's heart, and never, she could never stand in the same glorious world as Han Changyu, but could only curl up in a dark corner where no one was around.

She understood the distance between them. It was an invisible, insurmountable ravine. So, she began, closed her heart and locked it firmly behind the mask. As a child, she was like a frenzied fuss with resentment, a heartless noise, continuing her stubbornness and stubbornness, and like a little angry hedgehog, she erected sharp and hard thorns at the people around her, stabbing everyone who wanted to get close to her.

Han Moyu thought back to this and suddenly smiled. This life. From the beginning. It's already different from the previous life, it's just that she has been in ignorance and hasn't realized it. In her last life, she had no brother. She is the treasure of this family. is the center of attention; But with his "brother" Han Changyu, he snatched all her brilliance, and at the same time took away all the burden and pressure. It's just that. She just didn't find out.

Han Moyu suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the puppet tightly, almost crushing it. Han Moyu sighed and slowly let go of his hand. No, she would never talk to herself to an inanimate puppeteer like she did when she was a child, and she would never speak to this puppeteer again.

Because of that, it was as if she was going to expose her heart. Instead of talking to herself about an inanimate thing, she is now more willing to endure loneliness and silence. However, even silence could not be forgotten.

After being silent for a long time, she suddenly smiled and said, "After so many years, I still haven't changed...... It's still the same child who longed to love and be loved......"

I longed for the love of my parents, and I also longed for the love of my lover. However, neither of them belonged to her. Han Moyu suddenly recalled her previous life, and she also looked at Han Changyu with such a strong desire. No, in the previous life, his name was Fu Changyu.

Even in the previous life, they couldn't come together, what about this life? In this life, in the face of a road full of thorns, what will be the result? Han Moyu remembered Han Changyu's indifferent eyes for several days, and suddenly his heart was cold.

Say okay, I work hard, and you work hard. If you don't even take a step towards me, is there any point in me fighting alone?

Han Moyu took a deep breath and exhaled a long breath. Tears suddenly welled up in her eyes, pinching the puppeteer and slamming it far away. I only heard a snap, and the dusty old puppeteer had fallen to pieces.

Han Moyu's shoulders rose and fell, and she gasped roughly. She hated herself like this, hated that she still had an immortal heart, wanting to seek love and be loved. Wanting everything, but having nothing.

Perhaps, those things didn't belong to her in the first place, and she shouldn't have asked for them like this, nor should she ask for extravagance. That's it, isn't it? Why, that heart, it can't stop, and there is still that kind of hope? No, it can't. Just let me, willingly, not be noticed by anyone, not cared for by anyone, so that a heart should be relaxed...... Never again, do those out-of-the-ordinary things, just to attract someone's attention......

She stood in front of the window, but tears flowed down her face. Walked over, bent down and picked up the broken pieces of wood, piece by piece, all in the palm of his hand.

"Let's just stay here, stay here, and keep this place patiently, okay? I'll never be sad anymore, I'll be like you, I won't speak, I won't act, I'll be a silent puppet. Han Mo whispered, his voice softened and calmed: "As long as you can still see him, it's enough." As long as you can still ......," she choked up.

Her heart, which had just ignited a fire, was trampled out by herself. She told herself over and over again not to expect anything. She is like a fragile glass, she can no longer withstand any beatings, and can only carefully protect herself with such indifference. She slowly curled up on the bed, feeling a little cold at the moment.

What comes to mind is the outline of a figure that appears from time to time, vaguely and vaguely. ……

"I miss you......" she curled up on the bed and muttered to herself, "Why...... Why don't you come to see me? Why ......?"

Han Changyu, who had been standing outside the door, had a look on his face that became more and more cold. "Boy, what are you thinking about?!" Han Changyu said through gritted teeth, turned around, and looked up at the sky. Over the years, he has witnessed countless intrigues and deceitful deeds; at a young age, he learned early not to smile and secretly observe words and feelings; no one can see through how deep the city government is in his heart.

It's just that he became like this, but for some reason, involuntarily, he wanted to reveal his true side in front of this younger brother, without having to deliberately disguise it. He sometimes felt that he cared a little too much about his brother. This made him feel incredible and frightened.

He flew out of the courtyard with a light skill, fell into the bamboo forest behind his breezy house, pulled out his sword at once, and danced rapidly, bringing up the strong wind that stirred up the fallen leaves on the ground. The golden light of the setting sun shone on his body, sprinkling a little golden light. Suddenly, Han Changyu roared, and with a wave of all his strength, a row of sturdy bamboos broke off in unison, and fell down with a bang, raising a cloud of dust. (To be continued......)